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0. [A song of high degrees.]
1. When I was in trouble I called vpon God: and he hearde me.
2. Deliuer my soule O God from false lyppes: & from a deceiptful tongue.
3. What doth a deceiptfull tongue vnto thee? what good bryngeth it thee?
4. [So much] as sharpe arrowes of a strong man [in thy sydes:] with Iuniper coales [powred on thy head.]
5. Wo be vnto me that am constrayned to be conuersaunt in Mesech: and to dwell among the tentes of Cedar.
6. My soule hath dwelt long: with hym that hateth peace.
7. I [am a man] of peace: but because I do speake therof, they [prepare] them selues to battayle.